CRASHING FRIENDS (DOUBLE ETHEREE)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I

Beings

So close;

Their small hurts

Pierce like sharp swords

The bleeding won’t stop

And their mind-walking too

Talk of their bad mood arrest

I try, to sit, to stop, the spin

I try, to walk, to stop, it’s tight hold

But it never, ever, leave its tight grip

 

II

They say two close trees do crash hard sometimes

They say  teeth and tongue settle their fights

They say nice flowers do have thorns

Better the angel you know;

Another, but it hurts

Why won’t the hurt stop?

I try, but cry

I sit, sad;

Thinking

Wrong

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014